The news that Ye Feng killed Hu Yanchen and others outside the Frozen City has already spread through various channels, causing quite a stir among the monks who entered the Bingxin Valley.
Hu Yanchen, a golden elixir disciple of Wanjian Sect, was relatively well-known among the younger generation. He was killed together with five elite members of the ninth floor of the Foundation by an unknown Tianji Sect disciple. This was undoubtedly a big event.
It’s just that in the process of spreading the news, the description of Ye Feng’s cultivation was a little vague. Some said it was foundation building, while others speculated that he was a master of golden elixir who had hidden his cultivation.
Wan Lingfeng had only listened to it as a source of conversation before, but he did not expect to see this "legendary" figure with his own eyes today, and was even rescued by him.
Thinking back to the devastating sword energy just now, Wan Lingfeng no longer had any doubts in his heart.
The senior brother Ye Feng in front of me is definitely a fierce man whose combat power far exceeds his own cultivation!
Seven levels of foundation building and one level of golden elixir may even be stronger. This is simply a monster!
"It's just a little effort." Ye Feng was noncommittal and his eyes fell on Wan Lingfeng, "Fellow Taoist Wan is seriously injured. It's not suitable to stay here for a long time. You'd better find a place to heal as soon as possible, or find your fellow disciples."
"Senior Brother Ye is right." Wan Lingfeng smiled bitterly, took out a healing elixir from his storage bag and drank it. His pale face improved slightly, "To be honest, I was separated from my elders. I wanted to look for a material called 'Ice Marrow Crystal' here, but unexpectedly I was alarmed. These beasts were killed. If Senior Brother Ye hadn't arrived in time, the consequences would have been disastrous."
He paused, with a look of gratitude on his face: "Senior Brother Ye's great kindness will be unforgettable to Wan Lingfeng. The materials of these three ice crystal spiders should belong to Senior Brother Ye."
Ye Feng waved his hand: "I took the demon core. If you need it, you can dispose of the body yourself." The ice crystal spider's carapace and joints are also good materials for refining, but he doesn't need it.
"Thank you, Senior Brother Ye!" Wan Lingfeng was not polite and quickly put the three demon spider corpses into the storage bag.
"Senior Brother Ye also came here for the rare treasures in Bingxin Valley?" Wan Lingfeng asked curiously after handling the body.
"So be it." Ye Feng answered ambiguously, not wanting to reveal his true purpose of searching for the Nine Nether Ice Lotus.
Wan Lingfeng nodded, with a serious look on his face: "Brother Ye, the depths of the Bingxin Valley are extraordinary. I sensed from afar that there were a lot of powerful auras gathering near the place where the rare treasure was born, including many fifth-level Golden Core monks, and there may even be monks from the late Golden Core stage. Moreover, it seems that many people from the Wanjian Sect and the Black Evil Sect have also come."
"Thank you for the reminder." Ye Feng's expression remained unchanged, "Wan Daoist friend, you should take care of yourself first."
Wan Lingfeng saw that Ye Feng didn't seem to care, and secretly admired the other party's courage, and at the same time he said no more. He solemnly saluted Ye Feng again: "Senior brother Ye, if I have the opportunity, I will repay you for today's kindness. I will go to find the elders of the sect first, and say goodbye!"
"Take care." Ye Feng nodded slightly.
Wan Lingfeng stopped staying, identified the direction, and flew in the opposite direction to Ye Feng.
Looking at Wan Lingfeng’s leaving figure, Ye Feng was thoughtful.
Saving this Wan Lingfeng can be regarded as a good relationship.
Although Qingxuan Sect is only a second-rate sect, one more friend is better than one more enemy.
Ye Feng gathered his thoughts and looked towards the depths of Bingxin Valley again.
The news brought by Wan Lingfeng confirmed his previous speculation.
The birth of the exotic treasure really attracted various forces. The monks above the fifth level of the Golden Core... It seems that this trip to Bingxin Valley will not be too peaceful.
However, no matter how many difficulties and obstacles lie ahead, he will not back down. For Su Li, Jiuyou Ice Lotus, he is bound to win!
After identifying the direction, Ye Feng unfolded his body again and continued to go deeper towards the location marked "Sign of the birth of the strange treasure" on the map.
As we walked further in, the chill in the air became more and more piercing, and the strange energy fluctuations became more obvious, as if something was gestating and awakening deep underground.
At the same time, he also sensed that there were more and more monks hiding around him.
Deep in Bingxin Valley, the terrain suddenly opened up.
A huge basin appeared in front of us. In the center of the basin was a frozen lake. The surface of the lake was as smooth as a mirror, reflecting the gray sky above and the strange ice peaks around it.
In the center of the lake, there is a faint colorful glow shining through the ice, emitting bursts of strange energy fluctuations. This is where the "sign of the birth of the strange treasure" marked on the map is located.
At this moment, many monks have gathered around the ice lake, either in small groups or alone, occupying favorable terrain and wary of each other. Their eyes are fixed on the glow in the center of the lake, their eyes full of greed and expectation.
Ye Feng was not in a hurry to get closer, but stopped on an ice cliff on the edge of the basin, gathered his breath, and carefully observed the situation below.
After a cursory scan, there are at least a hundred monks gathered around the ice lake. The ones with the lowest cultivation level are at the ninth level of foundation building. Golden elixir monks can be seen everywhere, including many who are at the fifth level of golden elixir or even the later stages.
These people come from different sects and forces, and many of them are solo practitioners.
Obviously, the news of the rare treasure in Bingxin Valley has spread throughout the Northern Territory, attracting countless treasure hunters.
Ye Feng's eyes swept through the crowd, and he quickly discovered several forces that were familiar or needed attention.
Many disciples from the Wanjian Sect also came. The leader was a third-level Jindan monk with a stern face and a long sword on his back. He led more than ten disciples to occupy a favorable position near the ice lake. He looked arrogant and glanced around from time to time, with vigilance and a hint of undetectable killing intent in his eyes.
Ye Feng guessed that they might also be looking for his whereabouts.
In the other direction, a group of monks wearing black robes and with cold breaths are also particularly eye-catching. They are the people of the Black Evil Sect.
The leader is a middle-aged man with a thin build, a hooked nose, and sinister eyes. His cultivation has reached the peak of the fourth level of the Golden Core, and is only one step away from the fifth level of the Golden Core.
He was followed by seven or eight Black Evil Sect disciples, all of whom had powerful auras and whose cultivation levels were between the first and second levels of the Golden Core.
It seems that the killing of the Black Crow Hall master did not make the Black Evil Sect retreat, but instead sent stronger manpower.
In addition to these two major sects, there are also some monks from other sects and some powerful casual cultivators, all of whom are eyeing the rare treasure in the center of the lake.
Ye Feng observed for a moment and had some thoughts in his mind.
The exotic treasure has not yet been truly released, and now is not the time to fight for it. Approaching hastily will only make you an enemy.
He decided to wait and see what happened while looking for a more hidden observation point.
Just as he was about to change his position, a noise came from not far away, attracting his attention.
In a corner on the edge of the basin, several disciples of the Black Evil Sect were surrounding two monks dressed as casual cultivators.